When I found out I was going to be staying overnight in Bath, the first thing I thought of was going for a run and hoping the weather would hold. Bath seems to be the perfect city for runners, especially tourist runners: everything is near everything else, there are long flats and challenging hills, and all the tourists a solo traveller could hope for. Only one person looked at me as if I had lost my marbles when I asked them to take a picture of me. Only one!
After dropping my bags at Apex City of Bath and having them print a vague running route map for me, I took to the streets with my phone is one hand and a piece of paper clutched in the other. How in the world do you plot on googlemaps? Until I figure that out, paper it is.
Sometimes I don’t know if I can really be called a millennial.
The first thing I did was get thoroughly lost. But as I said Bath is perfect for runners and it wasn’t pretty long before I reached my first spot…and then the second…and then the third. The Jane Austen Centre came and went, as did the Circle (which I initially thought was the Royal Crescent) and then the actual Royal Crescent. I had my picture taken and took pictures of everything.
I passed the Abbey, the Royal Baths, and some beautiful side streets before heading back to my hotel to shower and change.
For me nothing says holiday like aching feet at the end of a day. After my run I was back outside again walking and savouring all the places I just ran through, taking my time to enjoy the shops and the buzz. By now I could really feel the cold temperature – it was almost close to freezing – and as the day drew to a close, my fingers started to lose the will to live.
Bath is a stunning city and one where I want to visit again and stay for longer. I was so lucky with the sunshine I had (the next day the snow started and the trains were stopped). Even though I spent two days in the city, only one day I devoted to sightseeing and active travel; the other day I spent relaxing in the hotel.